This is a song about "Book and pencil"

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

And i'm ill when i murder shit, pages split the pencil,

Of these motherfuckers mentallity that they can keep up with my pad and my pencil

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Arghh... book, you're saying so many things but i'm the biggest and you cannot beat me!!

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Sit down, take out a pencil and take some notes bro,

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead